Pure Existentialism

'Controlled Schizophrenia...' 'Desperation...' Living A Life Of 'Pure Existentialism.' How To Get Through Another Day Like A Fugitive From The Law And End Up With Less Bumps And Scrapes Than You Did From The Beginning. You Know The Only Thing Going For You Is You Can Think...Or At Least 'Think You Think' You Can Think Twice As Fast As The Rabble On The Periphery; Although You Know Your Mental State Will Eventually Be Teetering On A High-Wire Above An Unrelenting Maelstrom That'S Going On Both Inside You As Well As Surrounding You With An All Pervading Type Of Madness That Has Less Reason Than Rhyme-As You Bide Your Time Hoping Their Mental Acumen Will Capitulate Faster Than Your Ability To Come Up With Another Plan Of Escape. Somehow You Wind Up In The Park Systems Of Chicago During The Democratic Convention Of 1968 And Are Conversing With Abbie Hoffman And Jerry Rubin As Though You'Ve Been There The Entire Time. You Don'T Know Where The Day Is Going To Take You Or How Many Psychological Contusions You'Ll Witness Along The Way; But With 'Pure Existentialism' By Your Side To Hold Onto You Know Deep Down You'Re Only Really 'Along For The Ride...'